The youngest son of the Eldred Clan, Pyrrhus does not bear the blood-gift of the Immolator and has lived in the shadow of his brother Lesare since birth. A brush with a traveling peddler offering strange and forbidden tomes provided a reasonable facsimile of a solution to the first problem, the resulting creeping insanity will no doubt provide a solution to the second. While a part of him still wants to be respected by a family that has ostracized him, and to honor the Eldred family name, each day more and more of what Pyrrhus was is cast into the Black Fire. Instinct: Grasp after power that is not his to claim

• Draw upon the magic of the Screaming Pyre
• Steal resources from his family's estate
• Cast something into the flame to gain greater power
• Call upon hired guards

The Hoarding Dragon, also referred to as the Trash Dragon takes it's kin's attraction to great piles of wealth to unhealthy, obsessive extremes. Where other Dragons will collect hoards of precious metals and jewels, the Hoarder Dragon is not so discerning. It will collect any rubbish, trash, or miscellany it finds. A Trash Dragon's hoard is often made up of worthless items and objects that It has picked up and simply cannot part with. It clings to these things, overstuffing it's lair to the point where it can barely move without causing avalanches of rubbish. Trash Dragons are seen as pitiable, pathetic creatures, but despite the trouble they cause, very few will seek out and kill them. While most of their hoard is worthless junk, there can sometimes be rare magical or valuable items in amongst the dross. Instinct: To hoard trash and mundane items to excess

• When you feel threatened or uneasy, recede into your hoard.
• When your hoard is threatened, make weak arguments as to why you need every single item.
• When they steal something, chase them, and beg for it back
• When they kill you, pass your compulsion to them.

Black eyes, a body as light as air and dense as death. Shadowed features like running wax. Sinister sure, but more sinister is that they serve the people who made them this way. Instinct: To serve those who hollowed it.

• Command it's shadow from afar
• Fix someone's gaze with empty souless eyes.
• Serve as a portal to a distant shadow

They had one duty: to guard their master. They failed in life, but they will continue to soldier on in death . . . Instinct: To avenge

• Defend an ancient battleground
• Vanish into mist
• Prioritize opponents